She loves me…she loves me not.
I used to tell her we’re all we got.
Then she disowned my love,
She could no longer fit the glove that once kept us warm.
She viewed me as a disgrace;
She’d wish she could erase,
Every time I see her, I see it written over her face.
And I ask myself why?
And yet I still don’t understand how you let the concept of loving me be dictated by the thoughts of a man.
Reading from unbroken promises,
Scriptures that speak against me,
Oh I wonder if she’ll ever love me for me.